Once the lights were out and the room pitch black, apparently the woman reached over to pet me and HHGut viciously attacked her. He tore some pretty big holes in her arm. I sprang up to her defense but once again took the blame. I was locked out of her room the rest of the night. She claimed she was "scared of me." I tried scraping on the door, but she wouldn't let me back in. Through the door, I could hear his fiendish laugher and the sound of him mocking me.
|You can see the terror etched on my face as the pistol draws closer|
Anyhow, if there are any kitteh lawyers out there, who would like to take my case, please leave your card in comments. I'll take this all the way to the Supurreme Court if I have to.